“Ah, come on, Thunder, not again,” Doc groans, and I cross my arms over my chest, shaking my head at the man’s idiocy as Dad comes to stand beside me and snorts at the scene.
This fucking brother is going to be the death of me with his stupid ass ideas to try and get me back into the fold, or worse, him-fucking-self.
This is the tenth time in three weeks this fucker has shown up in my ER while I’ve been on shift with some injury, and honestly, this has to be the worst, and I can’t be fucking bothered with this shit right now.
I’m on self-destruct mode, and the brothers are beginning to become pains in my ass, especially this one.
“Who’s going to save you?”
Jas’s broken whisper is on fucking repeat in my head while I watched her drive away in fucking shock, realization hitting me square in the chest.
She left me, to save me…
My anger and my resentment towards her has fucking intensified, realizing it.
I look over Thunder, his brown hair slowly turning red, and I shake my head before asking, “What in the fuck did you do?”
He winces as his dad presses down harder on his head and admits, “Got a clubwhore to smack my head with their shoe but she uh, well, she accidentally used the heel side…”
Fucking hell.
“Roxy screamed the place down when she noticed her heel stuck in his head,” Shadow growls, “And idiot here pulled it out without thinking.”
I drop my chin to my chest as I place my hands on my hips while Doc announces, “Not it!” refusing to deal with Thunder again.
Three times he’s apparently come in with injuries when I haven’t been on shift, and Doc is just as fed up as I am with dealing with the brother's bright fucking ideas.
“Brit’s right, this is worse than her getting hit with the bat,” I mutter before sighing as I look at Thunder and nod to bay one, “Come on fucker let’s have a look…”
His dad and sister help him up, and I walk over to the bay, opening the curtain before demanding, “Sit your fucking ass down, idiot.”
“You know, this wouldn’t keep happening if you’d just get your cut back on and I thought doctors where to supposed to be nice?” Thunder grumbles, and I roll my eyes while Dad smirks my way.
Bet the fucker wouldn’t smirk if he knew what his wife, who has also tried calling me several times a day, along with Lyndsey and Kate, had done.
The picture of Lyndsey naked in the staff room four days ago comes to mind, and disgust fills me.
I never should have gone there…damn my teenage brain.
“Not happening, Thunder, you need to give it up,” I grunt, trying to forget the scarring memory as I put gloves on, but sigh when he whispers, “Never,” and I shake my head before beginning my examination.
Fuck today is going to be a long fucking day.
***
I stretch as I walk out of the hospital twenty fucking hours later, my body aching.
After stitching the idiot up, who spent the whole time demanding me to return to the club, the ER picked up, patient after fucking patient, injury after injury, and fuck me, I am tired. No rest for the wicked because now I’ve got to get ready to head to Huntingdon, to see my little girl because her mama decided to move two hours away.
Jasmine’s beautiful eyes pop into my head, and I sigh as I rub my palm down my face.
I love her, I love her so fucking much, and I hate it. I hate how I want to ride after her, to beg her to come home, to let me help her and make everything right again, but I don’t trust her anymore, she fucking broke it and in my life, earning trust back, it isn’t easy because I rarely forgive.
I eye my arm, Jas’s name always catching my attention as I walk over to my bike, but sigh when I hear, “What will it take for you to put your patch back on your back?”
“I don’t want it back, I’m done with the club,” I sigh as I look where my friend is leaning against his bike next to mine.
“You are the club, brother,” Doc says, and I shake my head and stop next to him.
